In my recent travels I have discovered Duck Donuts
the kind of place which makes me despise
the existence of an active internet.

Because of the internet
I can find the answers to all the myriad questions
that had best be left alone,
questions like:
at the place named Duck Donuts, do they sell donuts in the shape of ducks or ducks that were fed a steady diet of donuts
or is it just the name of the owner, Duck?
Is the same Duck educating drivers how to circle their cars loudly in parking lots?

Perhaps it is a gaming store,
where they play something like laser tag,
where round circular dough rings are thrown at opponents
with only daring shouts of “Duck!”
hurled as warning.

Anything is possible in such a store.
Duck Donuts offered such a wealth of opportunities
but all of these are curtailed
by the curse of the web
and its promise of responses
to all the queries that might be posed
in this wondering world.

I don’t want to know the answer.
I just want to continue living
in a place of curiosity.